Destroy You (Destroy #3) by K. D. Carrillo

said.
    Jeremy shrugged. “Sorry, there’s really no gay agenda. No secret program to convert you. I mean you’re hot and all, but…” He got a faraway look in his eyes, and it wasn’t hard to guess who he was picturing. I wasn’t even uncomfortable that he’d said I was hot, because it was obvious he wasn’t interested in me.
    I slapped him on the shoulder. “I get it. Whether the person you care about returns your feelings or not, if you have it bad enough, other people just don’t appeal to you. At least that’s how it’s been for me. Toni is pretty hard to move past.”
    Jeremy laughed and lowered his voice. “Did she ever tell you we made out?”
    My mouth fell open, and I was trying to decide if I should reevaluate my stance on Jeremy being competition for me or not, but he kept talking before I had time to make up my mind.
    “It was months before the two of you met. She’d had a fight with Miguel, and I was not getting along with Cameron. We’d just kicked the last person out after the party we threw together.”
    He peeked over the counter to make sure Toni wasn’t listening to his disturbing walk down memory lane. I realized I’d liked him better when I thought Toni was safe from him turning his looks and charms her way.
    “Anyway, I was fairly trashed, and so was she. I told her I’d never fooled around with a woman.”
    “Never?” I interrupted, shocked.
    He shook his head. “I just always knew I was attracted to men. You haven’t felt the need to check out guys to make sure you really liked women, have you?”
    “Good point. No, I just…I guess I’m just a dumbass. I assumed you’d experimented,” I admitted, a little embarrassed.
    “I kissed Becca once, but that doesn’t count because she was trying to rescue me from a bunch of horny sorority girls. Anyway, back to Cameron. Shit, I don’t know. I guess he might be bi. It doesn’t matter, but I’d like to believe he’s bi. It’s better than believing he’s making himself miserable and lying to himself and trying to hide who he is,” Jeremy babbled.
    “You lost me, Jer.”
    “Right, so Cameron freaks out pretty regularly when he and I start to get close and finds a chick to hook up with. I don’t know if it’s a cover or if he’s actually attracted to women. It really doesn’t matter, I guess, because even if he was hooking up with random guys, either way we aren’t together. It sucks, but that night when I was drunk, I wanted to know if maybe…”
    “Maybe?” I pressed.
    “I was hoping maybe it could be easier with someone else. I love Toni. She’s beautiful and fucking perfect for me in almost every way. Anyway, we were both sloppy drunk and decided to give it a shot.”
    I groaned. “I really don’t want to hear this. It was so much easier believing there never was and never could be anything between the two of you, especially since you’re roommates.”
    “There barely was anything between us and never could be again. We kissed. It was hot as hell but did nothing for me. It just confirmed what I already knew. I’m not into chicks. Don’t screw this up with her, because otherwise you’ll be one lucky son of a bitch,” he finished.
    “I already know that. What was the point of that story other than to tell me what any idiot could see?” I grumbled.
    “I believe it’s always best to start a friendship with as much honesty as possible, plus I’m shit at keeping secrets. If you’re going to be with Toni—”
    “I am.”
    “Then I’m going to be around. It would be a good idea not to scowl at Becca and Kate when they’re around, too,” Jeremy advised.
    “I don’t scowl at them,” I argued.
    He paused midway between the kitchen and the living room in my shoebox-sized apartment. “You scowl.”
    It was my turn to roll my eyes. “They don’t get her. Not really,” I explained quietly. “She fakes being happy most of the time, and they believe her.”
    “No, they don’t. But Toni didn’t push